Nightmare - explainations welcome

Ah Yes - dream a little dream of me comes across as such an insipid piece of songwriting that forgets there are some of us who have not the warm slumber of sleep but rather a state of terror as we are experimented on by nefarious harpies of the night.


(Bring back Fat-Dirty-Loser PLEASE, where is Brent?)


At least that's what I figure they are, what else would do so? When you're fucken old and ugly, wrinkles all over you, breasts that hang around your ankles which exude putrid cottage cheese as well as having lice infested wings - you don't have many job opportunities, though from past experience I do believe they could fill in as either a Charge Nurse or a Matron at an all male boarding school.



Which brings me to the dream of last night.



Seems I had to return to Dilworth (the all male boarding school I went to for approx 5 years) and was strangely enough boarding (or billeting) with a family across the road from Dilworth, things must have changed since I was last there as the house I was in was the private Laundromat but on the wrong side of the road and not in use as a business any more, but I guess me at 36 being back at school meant many things were possible.



Like my boarding father being George Clooney, God he looked good.



And my boarding mother was some starlet leggy blond from out of the 1950's, to accentuate this point I danced with her wearing a haines singlet and deep green under ware.



I know it makes no real connection but felt tangible at the time.



So I was in their house, there to support their young son who was starting at Dilworth that day, about age 15 I think.



We walked to school and I encouraged him to talk to female school students walking alongside us which is weird on 2 counts - 1, the girls were in Dilworth uniform and there are no female pupils and 2, I can't talk to girls let alone preach advice to others.



The dream harpies were no doubt throwing a huge dose of irony in there.



We never made it to school (that I recall) as we were then running a 'hip' bar in the central city district. Don't know how we got so far so fast but we were too busy serving orders to argue. Drinks were flowing well and everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves in the 'I'm soooo cool, make no expression' like way, what helped with the take was Sylvester Stallone sitting and drinking with me as well as Hulk Hogan entering later in piece, verily cool (Hulk has a crushing handshake).



The scene moved to where one of the bar partners, a female, was talking to me whilst we were amongst a seated crowd, she offered me a seat she wheeled from under a bench and I sat, feeling wet soaking into my fashionable trousers I asked what it was and she replied "Oh, that's ok, it's only vomit, I did that last night" - which appeared to be the right answer as we carried on with the night.



At some stage in the early morning I woke on a couch in the bar missing my shoes and shirt alongside my mate the other bar owner in the same circumstances, we were wondering how we came to this point when I floated out of my body to see the events rewound and replayed.



Some fuck had drugged both of our drinks and as we lay on the floor he collected all the bar takings, this was not apparently enough for him as he then sodomised the both of us (can still see his malevolent smile) and then for the third way of fucking with us he got a two used fits and injected us both with "P" and for good measure lit them on fire when administration complete which fused the fit into our arms.



Well then we had to clothe ourselves and go see the Mob who we owed money for the bar though of course we had nothing due to the events of last night.



They were not happy people with this news and we couldn't escape, seemed the Yakusa were partners as they headed a fishing company and many Asians were slicing and dicing fish with precision that by their eyes I could tell they wanted to do to us.



Now we were stripped naked and left to sit in warehouse, before they left they cleaved the arms off someone in front of us, obviously a warning, he kept screaming and as his feet worked the floor he made sickening blood circles, his voice quit before his twitching legs did but soon enough there was nothing left to keep them going.



I was not wanting to go out this/his way. We managed to steal 2 wetsuits and ran, naturally wearing wetsuits there was a beach nearby and with the 2 surf boards we began to make our escape - not on water, over rocks as these boards appeared different and this became more apparent when the 'baddies' tried to catch up - the boards changed into this multi-bubble globe thing where we could move though like a house.



Unfortunately they caught up and we tried to escape into an enormous house on a cliff face, it had a lovely big front window to see all, we had to ditch the bubble globe as it would not fit in parts of the house and due to that time factor they were on us, I ran to the large front window and threw something heavy at it to again escape only for the metal object to bounce of a solid wall - it would appear this was the 'baddies' house and all around it were false images to fool others which it indeed had done me.



I wasn't going to go out whimpering so as they advanced through the house I got my mate to tidy himself and take a seat on the leather suite, I found a gramophone and put on some Bing Crosby as well as readying several Havana's.



The main bastard came into the room, a little surprised at our reclined pose, he took a cigar from me,





I lit it,





some puffs of smoke,





then nothing.





I woke at about 0440.







Heidi noticed me awake around 0500 - "Why don't you sleep?"



"I will"



I reply as she settles back into slumber.





Like Fuck - Freddie would think twice about re-entering this one.







Though as he gives me no break down a comment or two of explanation would be handy.























Madness